In the west of Kirst, in the commoner district's Torch Tavern, there was a hubbub of activity everywhere.
The smell of low-quality cigarettes and alcohol, as well as the stench of sweat that came from not bathing for a few days, or even more than ten days. As the busiest tavern in the commoner district, it was filled with all sorts of gangsters, ruffians, laborers at the bottom of society, drunkards, gamblers, prostitutes …
"Have you heard? Fei Yang Knight Academy is recruiting again. I'm planning to give it a try. "
"Haha, with just you? I remember that you took five years to reach the maximum level for one of your basic skills. "
"Have you heard? Uranlis United Nations in the north has discovered traces of demons. "
"Hmph hmph, is it the doing of those blasphemers again?"
Fang Xingjian heard the news one after another. This was already his third day in Kirst. In these three days, he had gotten a general idea of the city's situation.
As one of the biggest cities on the West Coast of the Sinkoda Empire, Kirst was not only a huge port for ocean trade, but also one of the political and economic centers of the West Coast.
Here, people with black hair and eyes like his could often be seen. It was said that on the other side of the sea, in the distant Western Land, people like him could be found everywhere.
However, Fang Xingjian knew that although they looked similar, they were not Asians from Earth.
As the political and economic center, as well as a trading port, the whole of Kirst was exceptionally prosperous. Here, there were many organizations that provided learning and leveling up opportunities.
As a world that was used to leveling up, techniques, specialties, and attributes, the people in this world, even the elderly and children, had bodies that far surpassed those on Earth. They even learned some martial arts techniques to some extent.
Here, leveling up and becoming stronger was a matter of course. Everyone hoped to be able to change their lives through power.
And in Kirst, putting aside the ordinary Warrior schools, martial arts academies, dojos, and the like, the seven most famous places in the city that provided learning of martial arts were collectively known as the Seven Pearl Academies.
The so-called pearl referred to the Empire's West Coast, Kirst.
According to Fang Xingjian's inquiries, there were two schools in the Seven Pearl Academies that were famous for their sword arts and techniques. They were The School of Sword Arts and Tresia Knight Academy.
Tresia Knight Academy's founder, Dave Tresia, was a Divine level expert who had reached level 30 over a hundred years ago. Over the years, he had nurtured batches of famous experts, famous generals, and experts. Although Tresia Knight Academy had weakened over the years, it was still one of the top three academies in the Seven Pearl Academies.
As for The School of Sword Arts, it paled in comparison.
First of all, The School of Sword Arts in Kirst was just a branch. The real headquarters of The School of Sword Arts was located in the Empire's capital, Deha. It was a super academy that had once been equally famous throughout the entire Empire.
However, as the previous headmaster of The School of Sword Arts in Kirst had been defeated in a duel and died from serious injuries, and the current headmaster was too young and not strong enough, the school had been on a decline for the past few years. It was now ranked last among the Seven Pearl Academies, and was even considered inferior to the other six academies.
However, there was something very strange. It had been three days since Fang Xingjian had arrived in Kirst, but he had not heard anything about the magic prints.
It was as if job transitions using magic prints had never happened in this world. In this world, job transitions that had been passed down since ancient times were still being carried out, and all the secret methods were monopolized by the various large organizations and the royal family.
Moreover, their understanding of Mages was very shallow, and most of the commoners did not even understand how powerful Mages were. Their understanding of this information was even worse than that of many cultivators in Demonic City.
'Did the Mages themselves seal off the news?' Fang Xingjian thought to himself, 'Or is it really as the government said, that things like magic prints were developed by Earthlings themselves?'
Fang Xingjian could not think of a reason, and could only continue to listen to the rumors around him.
"Hey, have you heard? The Black Mage King has taken in another personal disciple. "
"Oh? I wonder who is so unlucky to have been taken by those blasphemers for research. "
Hearing this news, Fang Xingjian's expression froze.
"Mage King … Onassis …" Fang Xingjian's fists were clenched so tightly that they turned slightly white, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.
Every second, every sentence, and every word that had been said during those seven days had been remembered clearly in his heart.
Uranlis, one of the six great countries in the world, was a country ruled by Mages. The three strongest Mages were also the only ones who had reached the Divine level of level 30. They were known as the Mage Kings.
Amongst them, the Black Mage King was the one who was the most interested in Earth, and the one who was the most supportive of the two sides working together and interacting.
Earth … Demonic City … Magic prints … Onassis Clan … Mage King … Everything seemed to be connected together.
Fang Xingjian instinctively felt that there was some secret hidden within, but he also knew that this was not the time to be bothered about this. Learning sword techniques and becoming stronger were the most important things for him now.
'Then it must be the School of Sword Arts …'
Tresia Knight Academy nurtured nobles and retainers. Other than martial arts, one also had to learn various skills such as etiquette, theology, language, military affairs, administration, and many others, as well as various references, qualifications, and backgrounds. The School of Sword Arts, where anyone could enroll, was more suitable for Fang Xingjian.
In particular, it was rumored that The School of Sword Arts had collected many sword techniques that had been passed down from generation to generation. This was something that Fang Xingjian had set his eyes on.
Therefore, the next morning, Fang Xingjian arrived early at the entrance of The School of Sword Arts, located on a street in the east of the city.
The deserted streets, the rusted metal door, and not even a single gatekeeper. It seemed that The School of Sword Arts had indeed fallen into dire straits.
Fang Xingjian tried to push the door, only to discover that it was not locked at all. He took a big stride and walked in. After turning a corner, he could see over ten students holding longswords and practicing their sword techniques, sparring with each other.
A young man dressed in gray training clothes was walking on the training grounds, guiding the students as they practiced their sword techniques. The young man had blond hair and his eyes were closed. He looked thin and malnourished, and his training clothes had been washed so many times that it had turned white. There were even a few patches on it, and he looked poor and dejected. The only thing that made him different from ordinary people was his slightly heroic aura.
Seeing Fang Xingjian appear, the young man revealed a friendly and expectant smile. Even though Fang Xingjian looked like a penniless vagabond, there was no hint of impatience in his eyes.
"Hello, I'm the owner of The School of Sword Arts, Kyle. Are you here to learn sword techniques? The School of Sword Arts has a history of 150 years, and is the best place to learn sword techniques in the world. I see that your fingers are long and slender, and your limbs are strong. You're definitely a good candidate for sword techniques. How about it? As long as you practice here, we'll assign you a first transition job. As long as you pay the school fees, you'll be free to learn all sword techniques … "
Fang Xingjian was stunned. It seemed that the situation in The School of Sword Arts was even worse than what the rumors had said.
He interrupted him and said directly, "I'm here to learn sword techniques."
"Oh?" Kyle smiled. "Alright, alright, alright. But you'll have to pay the school fees first. They'll be paid every half a year, and they'll be thirty copper coins in total."
Thirty copper coins. The money that Fang Xingjian had earned on the way here was about a hundred copper coins. The school fees were really not expensive. He nodded and passed the money to the young man.
Kyle happily accepted the money, a relaxed smile on his face.
"Alright, alright, alright. Come, I'll teach you the basic sword technique of The School of Sword Arts, the Grizzly Bear Sword Technique." With that, Kyle picked up a wooden sword and started practicing.
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